He got angry when Prussia flirted with Italy. He hated when he helped France molest Spain. He wanted Prussia all to himself. And he wanted him here more often. He enjoyed Prussia's company;

But more than anything the Prussian always thought of him.

For once Matthew chose to ignore his impulse to apologize, to back down. He knew what he wanted. He could have it. He readjusted his grip on the back of Gilbert's neck and darted down to press his lips quickly and deliberately to Gilbert's own, smothering any room Gilbert might have used to escape. Gilbert tensed, squirming, and Matthew wrapped his other arm underneath the Prussian, effectively pushing him further into the couch. Matthew worked his way into the Prussian's mouth moving his lips against Gilbert's until resistance waned and they cracked open a bit. At this the Canadian pulled back, watching as the Albino's eyes slowly opened, red cheeks flared up.

"Prussia..." Matthew's eyes were half-lidded, and Prussia felt trapped under his predatory violet gaze. "I'm always glad to have you as my guest. You're welcome here anytime. But your tab's been running very high as of late." His eyes used to be the very color of innocence; now they were sending shivers down the other's spine. "So forgive me if I enjoy your little company a little too much, but it's about time you repaid me for all my hospitality."

Prussia's eyes widened as the Canadian maneuvered his lips to his neck, his cheek brushing Prussia's softly, before he moved down to nibble at his neck. Prussia flinched with a strangled sound, a strange feeling heating up his lower regions as Matt's tongue darted out to taste his skin. Matthew gave Gil one last sharp nip, a final apologetic lick, and then moved back to admire his work.

The Prussian's breathing was becoming slightly labored and he glared halfheartedly up at Matthew with those twin rubies, lips parted and skin flushed deliciously.

And if that was all just because of a hickey...

Matthew almost laughed. For someone who talked so big, Gil got all hot and bothered pretty easily. But he wouldn't point it out just yet- he'd save it for blackmail material later. He opted instead to undo the buttons on his black shirt, not breaking eye contact with Prussia. He leaned forward with a sultry grin, letting his breath brush Gil's cheek before he licked the edge of the man's ear. He issued a single challenge:

"Tell me to stop."

Gil shivered, enticed by the Canadian's sudden dominance.

Matthew sucked on Prussia's earlobe, finally freeing the albino's chest of the obtrusive shirt. He rubbed his hand across the soft expanse of chest; palming the albino's nipple.

"Aah." Gilbert flinched as warm hands moved over him.